Sorry I haven't updated my stories for so long-I've been on vacation.

So, if you didn't notice in the last chapter, Carrion said "I don't know what you're problem is this time." So that meant she had been at his house before. So in this chapter, I'll explain to you guys why she is here right now, and what she was doing here in the past, because I'm nice like that.

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"What are you doing here at the middle of the night!"

"I…I…" And she flung her arms around his shoulders and cried. For some reason he let her. After a while, she backed up from him and looked down at the floor.

"It's Tas… He's…He's…" She started to cry, but this time in her hands. Carrion lightly pushed her through the door, and sat her on his beat-up sofa.

"What happened?"

"Well…When I came home he was gone. I called the hospital and they said that he had cancer. Then when I got the hospital they forced me to leave, so I got in his car and drove here."

"How did you get to the hospital? And you don't have a driver's license, right?"

"I…uhhh…know some people that took me there."

"You lie badly. But why did you have to come here?"

"Because the door to our place was locked. And besides, I don't want to be by myself when Tas is gone and he might die." He sighed, a sigh so deep and sad, it was as if he had faced every scary, sad, thing the world had to offer, and had never heard of the word 'happy'.

When Kirah got up, Carrion was already making breakfast. She felt groggy, and he didn't notice her until she stood up and yawned. He was making pancakes.

"Looks like you didn't get any sleep." He commented.

Kirah hadn't, and she knew it. She growled at him, and slid back down the wall. Carrion's comment reminded her of why she had left her house in the first place, and she felt her fists clench.

The door started to open.

"Finally you're home!" She scolded. "Where have you been? It's nearly midnight, and I've been staying up waiting for you, AND I have school tomorrow at 7!"

"Out!" He yelled. She could smell the heavyset foul smell coming from his clothes and breath.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. "You've been drinking, haven't you? But Tas, your only seventeen!"

"I don't care! I'm old enough. Now go to bed!"

"NO! No! I won't! I won't go to bed! I hate you! And she slipped under him, and out the door. He tried to grab her, but the fowl liquid had paid it's toll on his mind and body.

"Are the pancakes ready yet?" She grumpily said.

"Wow. Somebody's in a bad mood."

"I hate your little snobby comments! Will you just leave me alone for once?"

"The pancakes are ready." He frowned at her. Then he brought two plates of pancakes and sat them on his coffee table, the only table he had. He brought maple syrup too, and then they sat down on his couch and had a silent breakfast.

Kirah ate as if there was no tomorrow. She was starving. Carrion was a little slower with his food. He mostly just cut it up, and then moved it around in a puddle of syrup for a while. He glanced up at Kirah every once in a while, making her feel nervous.

"Well, you can't just stay in my house for the rest of your life, so are you planning on moving out?"

"When Tas comes back." And she ended the discussion.

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A/N: So there ya go. It's a little short, but o well. For those of you that skip the beginning note to get right to the story (I do that sometimes too) the first part of italics is when she got to Chris' house the first time (read my first note), and the second italics is what happened to Kirah before she got to Carrion's house the second time.